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  What felt like the flat of his tongue stroked through my folds, top to bottom and back up again. Luxuriously, languidly, scooping through every nook and crevice.

  I groaned and parted my legs further, needing everything he could give me and more. “Oh, oh,” I said. “Yes, please, like that.”

  He repeated the process, only this time the tip of his tongue darted through my fleshy folds and sought out my clit. I balled my hands into fists, yanked at the binds and curled forward. “Fuck, I’m still so sensitive,” I gasped.

  “That’s the idea,” he said then started up a wicked combination of sucking and circling my clit. Using his tongue to fret and tickle, building me up, driving me to the point where only his tongue and my clit existed in the universe.

  “Don’t stop,” I gasped, an orgasm careering toward me. So fast, another few sucks and flicks and it would be there.

  He stopped. I sensed him shifting, sitting up between my legs.

  “No, I said don’t stop,” I wailed.

  “And I told you,” he said slowly and with more than a hint of triumph, “I’m in control of your pleasure. You’ll come when I decide you can.”

  “No, oh please, Lewis. I was so close.” Through the blindfold I glared at him.

  He was touching me again, between my legs. But not my clit. Just my pussy lips, circling and smoothing the copious amounts of moisture around, mixing his saliva with my juice. I felt him penetrate me, two or maybe three fingers pushed into my pussy.

  I clenched my internal muscles. Pulled him in, welcomed him. He began to pump gently, his fingertips stroking over my G-spot. Again I curled forward, dragging on the ties holding me to the bed and feeling them tighten on my wrists. I pulled my knees upward, displaying myself wantonly for his eyes.

  “Ah, honey, that’s it, so fucking horny,” he said.

  I was horny, really fucking horny, and he had made me this way. Twitching my hips in time with his thrusting fingers, I sought out that first step to climax again, this time using the pressure on my G-spot to create the spark. He was good, damn good, pulling the pressure downward with each stroke, making it feel like I needed to pee, though I knew I didn’t.

  Within a minute I was panting again, a wonderful deep orgasm blooming in my pelvis.

  He stopped. This time he actually got off the bed. The mattress jostled then settled.

  “Lewis,” I howled, knotting my legs, trying to trap the pleasure and tip myself over the edge by squeezing my thighs together.

  “Oh no you don’t,” he said, grabbing my ankles and easing them apart. “What bit of when I decide didn’t you get?”

  “Lewis, please, more, I need so much more.” I tossed my head forward and then slammed it backward onto the pillow. My pussy felt empty but engorged, hot and wet, yet cooling rapidly as he kept my legs apart.

  “Ah, now this is what I like about the Presidential Suite, Nicky. No one can hear your pleas for more.”

  “What are you, some kind of sadist?”

  He chuckled, moved over me and touched his lips to mine. “Not at all. I just know the more I tease you the more intense it will be when I finally let you come.”

  “I want to come now. Please don’t tease me anymore. I’ve never teased you.” I wanted to cry with frustration.

  “You really believe that?” He cupped my breast, tweaked my nipple.

  The stimulation sizzled down to my clit. I moaned.

  “Nicky,” he said, his legs now keeping mine apart. “Have you really no idea what hearing your vibrator did to me in the elevator that time?”

  “No.”

  “It was all I could think of when I got to my room. You with your sexy little body, playing with yourself, pleasuring yourself. I have to say I was damned jealous of Big Ben, and if that isn’t teasing I don’t know what is.”

  “Well I hardly meant for that to happen, did I?” Moisture was building up under my eyelids. I could feel his cock, brushing over my hip, the tip a little sticky with moisture, the shaft rigid and hot.

  “And then that bikini. Fuck. It took nearly an hour for my hard-on to subside. Pretty embarrassing when I was sitting with my team who were all wearing their swim trunks. That could have really gone the wrong way for me, if you know what I mean.”

  He was talking, but I was only half listening. I wriggled and writhed and managed to get my legs hooked around the back of his thighs and his cock almost in position.

  “Please fuck me.” I didn’t care that I was begging. I was well past dignity. I just needed to come and I needed to come now. “Lewis, please, fuck me now. Let me come.”

  Daylight hit my retinas. I blinked rapidly and looked up at his handsome face looming over me. His mouth was set tight, his eyes dark with lust. His cheekbones still held that rosy color.

  “You really want me to give it to you?”

  “Yes, yes, you know I do.”

  He reared backward, grabbed my legs and spread them so wide my hips complained at the stretch. I was as open as I could possibly be.

  He angled his cock at my entrance. My breaths were hard to catch; his chest was rising and falling rapidly too.

  In one wild plunge he forged in, right to the hilt. Flung his head back and groaned long and abandoned. The noise echoed around the high ceiling and vibrated through my body.

  I cried out. I’d been impaled and it was glorious. So full, so possessed.

  “Fuck that feels amazing without a condom,” he said, pulling out so just the tip of his cock was imbedded in me. “You’re so wet and silky smooth around my dick.”

  “Hot,” I panted. “You’re so hot…”

  He tunneled in again. I lay there, wide open and helpless. My arms trussed and my legs held apart by him. The way my pelvis tilted meant curling my back made no difference to my position. I was at Lewis’ mercy, and it seemed he was intent on giving me one hell of a good fucking.

  At last.

  Soon he was going at a steady rhythm. Plunging deep each time then practically pulling out. The way this stroked my G-spot was exquisite and my longed-for climax was building again.

  Staring up at him, I tensed my arms and fought my bindings. The need to touch him, feel his strength and absorb his power was instinctive, primitive. It was torture not being able to run my hands over his taut muscles and smooth golden flesh.

  “Oh, Lewis,” I wailed, watching a drip of sweat bead in the hollow of his throat.

  “Come for me,” he ordered, dropping forward, just a little, just enough to apply pressure to my clit.

  That was it. I spun into ecstasy. Lights flashed before my eyes, even though they were open. My body went rigid, every nerve and fiber contracting. My breath was trapped in my lungs and my heart beat dangerously fast. I was spinning, free-falling into heavenly release. I clamped around his cock, adoring having no condom separating us.

  “Ah, yes, fuck you look beautiful when you come,” he said, his teeth clenched and his nostrils flaring.

  “Come with me,” I wailed. “Now.”

  He suddenly dropped my legs and rested right down over me, his weight on his elbows, his nose touching mine.

  I gasped as the pressure on my clit quadrupled. Fuck, it was too much.

  “Lewis,” I squirmed. “Please. I can’t.”

  “I’ll come when you do.”

  “Now, I just have. Couldn’t you tell?”

  He chuckled. “What I mean is I’ll come with you when you have your next orgasm in about two minute’s time.”

  “No, no, I can’t. It’s too much.”

  “It’s never too much.”

  “It is, please.”

  He was grinding against me slowly, squashing my swollen, pulsating clit. I yanked at my restraints, tried to hurl him off by jerking my body. It was futile. He was going nowhere.

  “Sorry, Nicky, but you’re well and truly trapped, aren’t you?” He kissed me, sending his tongue into my mouth at the same time his cock sank balls deep.

  My body twitched, writhed, b
attled to cope with the overload of sensation. The way he was grinding into me with unrelenting pressure had my clit struggling to hide within my folds.

  But there was no escape from his wickedly rocking hips and his hard pubis bone. Lewis was on a mission, and as I knew only too well, he always got what he wanted.

  And right now he wanted me to come again.

  He cupped my cheek, slid his hand up my right arm and clutched my fisted hand. “Catch the spark again, don’t fight it,” he murmured.

  I wanted to answer him but I couldn’t. Wild fire was raging within me. A heat so intense, so powerful was building in my pelvis. I was scared of the force it would exert when it reached its full potential.

  “That’s it, go with it,” he said breathlessly. “Give yourself to me.”

  As he spoke I realized I’d stopped fighting him and was allowing his body to own mine. What he was doing was the sweetest form of agony. Driving me to a point where I didn’t know how I would survive. An orgasm so potent was preparing to erupt, my clit now eager for every skillful roll over it, my pussy clamping around his shaft.

  “Lewis,” I panted. “Oh, God.”

  “It’s okay, go with it. I’m here.”

  “Oh, but it’s…”

  “It’s so fucking good,” he said, dropping his forehead to mine. “Please, come again, now, because I can’t, ah, ah, fuck…”

  He froze, buried as deep as he could go and a guttural groan tore from his throat.

  As the first pulse of semen shot up his cock my second climax claimed me. I bucked wildly, the ties tightened and Lewis’ weight dropped heavily. In my head I screamed with pleasure, but no sound emerged. I’d folded in on myself, the release of all that sexual tension exploding so spectacularly robbed me of my breath and, I felt, my sense of time, place and person.

  Orgasmic fireworks had detonated in my pussy. A wild, pyrotechnic, chaotic explosion of ecstasy. On and on I spasmed around his shaft, gorging on him. There seemed no let up, no end to the blissful dimensions of my rolling climax.

  He kept on shifting into me, rotating over my clit. The world went black, even though I was staring up at him. Ants crawled into my peripheral vision.

  Suddenly he clasped my jaw and lifted his weight. “Breathe, Nicky.”

  Oh yeah. I’d forgotten about that. Frantically I sucked in a long gulp of air. My lungs gratefully received the oxygen and the ants marched away.

  “You okay?” he asked breathlessly.

  “I feel like I’m still coming.”

  One side of his mouth twitched then he kissed me, lusciously and thoroughly as he carried on moving until finally the waves of pleasure slowed to one every ten seconds and my trembling body came back under my control, sort of.

  “Did that work for you?” he asked, pushing hair from my sweat-dampened forehead.

  “I think you can tell it did.”

  “But you wanted me to stop at one point?”

  A euphoric giggle burst from my mouth. “I wanted you to start, stop, start, stop. Hell, I didn’t know what I wanted but it seemed you did.”

  His eyes sparkled and a heart-stoppingly beautiful smile spread on his face. “I’m so glad you trusted me to take you there and bring you back.”

  “I don’t know if I am completely back.” My pussy gave a final tremor around his softening cock. “In fact I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again.”

  He reached for the tie binding my left wrist and began to undo it. “Good, because I know damn well I won’t be.”

  That night I slept in Lewis’ arms for what I hoped would be the first time of many. Our limbs tangled, or breaths fell into sync and when he murmured something about a pass and a penalty in his sleep, I snuggled closer. Being with him was like coming home to a place I’d never been before. It was wonderful, fantastical and so comfortably perfect.

  I woke first, the sunlight dribbling through a crack in the curtains. My nose tickled and my eyes were a little itchy. I propped my elbow on the pillow, rested my head on my palm and watched him sleep. His lips were slightly parted, his jaw, for once, not tense, and his long lashes rested almost on his cheek.

  Suddenly a sneeze attacked me. I tried to hold it in, muffle the sound, but it was no good.

  His flicked his eyes open. “Bless you.”

  “I think these must be feather pillows,” I said, rubbing my eyelids.

  “Are you allergic to them?” He looked alarmed.

  “No just a bit sensitive.” Another sneeze hit me out of nowhere. “Damn.”

  “Well we’d better get you off them.” He scooped his arm under me and rolled me on top of him.

  I pressed my hands to his shoulders as my breasts squashed into his chest. A damn fine morning erection prodded between my legs.

  “You’re the perfect sight to wake up to,” he said, smoothing back my hair.

  “Sweet of you to say so but not true.” I skimmed my lips over his and parted my legs. “I know my eyes are red, they’re itchy and my hair has that well-and-truly-fucked look.”

  “I happen to think the well-and-truly-fucked look suits you very well. In fact, I think you should stick with it for the whole day.” He paused. “Shit, what was that?”

  I sneezed again. “What?”

  “I can hear banging.” He shifted and I slipped off him. I could hear it now. A dull thudding in the distance.

  “Someone’s at my door,” Lewis said, dragging on his sweats.

  “Fuck, what are we going to do?”

  “It’s fine, don’t panic. Just stay in the bedroom.”

  I scrubbed at my eyes with my fists. “Okay.” I sneezed.

  “And try not to sneeze.”

  “I won’t, I mean I will, try not to that is.”

  He strode toward the door.

  “Wait, Lewis.”

  He turned.

  “You’d better hide my knickers. I think they’re on the floor somewhere in the hallway. Oh, and cover up the condom you dropped in the bin. Kind of a giveaway.”

  He grinned. “Will do.”

  The bedroom door shut with a solid click and I leaped from the bed. Rummaged through my case that I’d dragged into the bedroom the evening before and found my hay-fever tablets. They should do the trick. After downing two with a mouthful of water from the bottle on the bedside table, I listened at the door.

  Voices were drifting toward me. Deep male voices. I recognized Lewis and the other one—shit, the other one was Fellows. Damn, he was in the suite. I looked down at my naked body then across at the bed, rumpled and with the two England ties still hooked around the posts.

  My nose twitched. I pinched it tight, fought the need to let the sneeze take control until my eyes watered. Eventually it subsided.

  “So no headache this morning?” Fellows asked.

  “No, fresh as a daisy. I just needed an early night,” Lewis replied.

  “Good. Last thing we need is you going under the weather. We’ve got to beat Ukraine to get through to the quarters.”

  “You don’t need to tell me that.”

  “No, but make sure you don’t get ill, okay? Just do the training sessions and other than that take it easy.”

  “I think I know how to look after myself.” I could hear the exasperation in Lewis’ voice.

  “Yeah, well, make sure you do.” There was a pause. “It’s nice in here, isn’t it.”

  “Not bad.”

  Fellows laughed. “You’re a spoilt bastard, you know that.”

  “Doesn’t mean much when you’re on your own though, does it?”

  “Course it does. It’s the height of fucking luxury.”

  My nose tickled again. An urgent prickle right inside my nostrils. I pinched the bridge and rushed into the en-suite. I was going to explode. I grabbed the first thing I could find, a towel, and buried my head in it. Caught the sound as best I could.

  I froze.

  Had Fellows heard me?

  I breathed a sigh of relief; their conversation appeare
d very distant, as if they’d moved back toward the suite’s entrance.

  Glancing in the mirror, I suppressed a groan. Bugger, my eyes were red and puffy and my nose was shiny. My hair was beyond wild. I’d called Lewis Neanderthal last night, but this morning I looked as if I’d been living in a cave for years. All I needed was a bone through my nose and a hunk of raw meat to chew on. Quickly, I splashed water on my face, pulled a huge white robe around myself then made an attempt at taming my locks.

  “Hey, you okay?” Lewis was behind me. He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest.

  “Yeah, I will be, once the anti-allergy medicine has kicked in.” How come he looked absolutely perfect in the morning and I looked like a car wreck?

  “I’m really sorry.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll get those pillows changed.” He paused. “You will stay tonight, won’t you?”

  “Well, I—?”

  “Please,” he said. “Its two days until the next match and if we qualify we fly straight to Kiev for the quarters. If things go England’s way then it could be a while until we can spend time together again.”

  I turned within his arms. “You really want me to be your Rapunzel, trapped in the tower?”

  He cocked his head and nibbled at his bottom lip. So damn sexy. “But doesn’t that make me the wicked witch for keeping you here?”

  “I think I’m a willing hostage, and besides, you’re far too handsome to be a wicked witch.”

  “Well I don’t quite think I’m prince material.”

  I touched my lips to his. “No, you’re far too bad for that.”

  “Not that you were complaining last night about my badness levels.”

  “I guess not. It was sweet bad.”

  “Sweet. Mmm, I don’t often get called sweet.”

  “Well maybe you are, a tiny bit, underneath all of the brooding seriousness and the outright bossiness.”

  He laughed. “Bossiness? You ain’t seen nothing yet, honey.”

  My stomach flipped. Desire beat a path toward me. I wanted him again. I wanted Lewis to show me all the dirty, bad things he knew and make me fly so high I needed peeling from the ceiling.

  Another sequence of loud bangs broke us apart. “Now what?” Lewis said with a frown. “You best wait here again while I go see who that is. I’ll get rid of them as soon as I can. Oh, and here.” He delved into his jeans pocket and withdrew a scrap of black lace. Tossed it through the air toward me.